Brie jerked herself up from the window as she heard the intercom above them calling out that they would be boarding shortly. The voice reminded her to please have their tickets ready and have a safe trip. She rummaged around in the bag to make sure she had their tickets and dug them out of the side pocket.

She did not see her phone glowing as it rang silently in the middle pocket...

Moving around, her hand roamed the empty air as she realized she wasn't still holding Lily's hand. Lily? For a brief terrifying second Brie forgot that Nikki had taken her daughter to get ice cream. She relaxed back into her seat, rubbing Roman's chain through her fingers.

She missed him so much. This pregnancy had been harder on her and she felt like she was barely keeping her head above water. They had had so many suppers of cereal or sandwiches and Brie had been watching way more cartoons with Lily when she had been throwing up so much. This trip had been so great to hear about and yet so hard when all she wanted was to stay in their bed.

And she wanted him...God, she wanted Roman…

"Brie," he breathed out...and pulled out his dog tags and kissing them before tucking them safely back in his pocket against his heart. He was just outside the building where the hostages were and he laid his head, jarring the helmet slightly and hating how constricting it felt. Especially with his hair all tied back in it, on the cement wall and shut his eyes.

"Be with me baby..." he whispered quietly. "Feel me...I need you so much. Be my calm..."

He knew Dean heard him talk to himself sometimes or talk to her. It helped him and his best friend knew it calmed him when things were tense. He turned his head, opening his eyes and nodded at the men and he pulled the door open. He swung his gun around, holding the flashlight up. There was no one there.

Letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, he took a step forward and then other three men fanned out around the empty entryway. He nodded at them to move forward and they had their guns up. His stance was rigid as he crisscrossed his feet through the room and pressed against the wall beside the next door.

Roman could hear voices and even though the other teams had already gone ahead of him. He was as vigilant as if anyone could be around a corner. His team headed further into the middle of the building, climbing the first set of stairs to the 2nd floor.

They arrived at the room adjacent to the one with the hostages on the 6th floor and he saw more soldiers setting up C4 to blast through the locked door. They had already sent in a camera to determine positions and even had men in the air ducts to jump down and take out the terrorists when they were focused on the explosions. He could hear through his coms that the other team on the opposite side on the same floor were setting up their material to blow the door too.

His heart was racing as the he heard the countdown and everyone stayed behind the wall to the stairs.

The explosions hit simultaneously and he felt the foundation of the building shake beneath his boots. The teams raced in and there were shots everywhere. Roman ran in too and squinted at the smoke in his eyes, even the little bit the got between the visor, as he let his vision adjust. His back was to the wall, his gun up as he scanned the area for hostiles.

He saw one coming at them and Dean took the shot as Roman took out another going for a detonator of some kind that he pulled from his pocket. The black box fell from the man's palm to clatter to the floor. He was about to shoot again when a bullet ripped his gun from his tight grip and it went flying into the wall.

Men scattered out in all directions, engaging the hostiles or giving chase to those who were running. Some soldiers were trying to surround the hostages to shield them. Dean looked like he had grabbed for some kids to pull them down out of the line of fire and the teacher too as a hostile fully opened fire as he took him out in front of him!

Roman knew they needed to make sure all the hostiles were contained before looking for the bombs but he dove forward seeing the detonator on the ground. The man he shot was crawling toward it, his chest bleeding as he dragged his body. His eyes, dark and beady...glaring at Roman were terrifying.

Roman kept his head down away from more gunfire crisscrossing the room and he could hear the children screaming. He knew people were fighting or shooting around him but his focus was on getting that fucking detonator before the asshole hostile did. He had nothing else to throw at him to deter him so he tossed his helmet, hurling it across the room with all his strength, but even that didn't stop him long.

He dove down, his hand closed around the edge of the box, pulling it toward him. But he screamed out the next second as the terrorist had slammed a knife in his hand! The man ripped the knife back out, snarled and slashed at him again.

Roman spun his body, grabbing the guys hand to hold the knife back. He kicked him in the stomach, snatching his damaged hand back. Diving on top of him, Roman held tight to the hand holding the knife and twisted the guys wrist till he heard a snap and the knife dropped from his grip. Thank fuck, or he had no idea what the hell else the guy could have done to him.

He scrambled to reach the knife on the floor with his good hand as it got kicked away and heard Seth yelling at other men to go after the ones running out the back. They were grabbing kids and using them as cover for their escape, the sick bastards!

The man's other hand came up and grabbed at Roman's throat and threw him to the ground, squeezing hard. He gritted his teeth, fighting back on the iron grip on his neck. He could see Dean fighting off a man against the wall and Punk looked to be on the ground knocked out or shot, he had no idea and Seth he saw running toward him to help.

There were men down everywhere and Roman could hear on his coms that someone had spotted a wanted terrorist leader in the group racing away. Some men had given chase, racing down the back stairway. The hostiles had spread out and he heard they were trying to shoot their way out the back alley leading to the building with the hostages in their arms and the teams were in pursuit.

He felt the detonator in his hand, as the man held his arm down so Roman could not move it as he held him down kicking and fighting. His hand felt like it was on fire, the man was bending his arm back so bad he thought it would snap.

Seth had been shooting at another terrorist, while grabbing one of the little kids and shielding them behind him. He had thrown his knife at the man choking Roman trying to help him too at the same time. It hit the enemy in the shoulder and Roman ripped it out, lifting it to the man's throat.

Roman gritted his teeth, fighting the pain on his throat, forcing his eyes to stay open as his vision swam in front of him. He was hardly getting any air. He raked the knife across the man's neck just as he felt him wrench the box from his bleeding hand and flick the switch.

Damn it!

His blood sprayed out over Roman's face and he pulled the guy off him, reaching for the detonator. He held it up seeing the timer at 57 seconds and counting! Fuck!

There was no time to dismantle whatever it was. They needed to get the hell out of there!

There were windows but with kids they were too high up to jump. Roman did not even know where the bomb was or if the timer was for both.

"Get everyone out. The bomb has been activated. Repeat. The bomb is active! 50 seconds till detonation!" he yelled through his com.

He stood up, swiping the blood off his face and ran to the group of kids and the very wide-eyed young lady teacher. "Everyone out now! We need to run!" He saw the numbers counting down. Dean motioned to them after finishing off another hostile and pulling a scared little girl free from the dead enemy's grasp. He started to lead them to the hallway and down the stairs carrying the crying girl in his arms.

Seth grabbed Punk and hauled him onto his shoulders unconscious. The kids ran as fast as they could. Roman scooped up what looked to be the smallest little boy and raced down the stairs, his little arms tight around his neck. The young teacher had a little girl in her arms too and was holding the hands of another boy.

Roman was panting and gasping, his breath echoing in his ears as they ran. He heard an explosion further away and yelling through his com that one of the terrorists just blew himself up taking with him anyone too close from the team chasing them. Oh Fuck there went their chance to get more of the leaders!

He knew it was close and they were almost to the ground floor. Seth had let people pass him as he carried Punk and Dean had come racing back and grabbed another little kid that was at the back of the group. Roman was yelling that Dean had already made it out and to keep going not run back in!

They were crossing the ground floor and Roman saw the timer was at the last 5 seconds. He yanked the door open and kids poured out, running to the front doors.

The explosion blew stones up, blasting one whole outer wall apart.

The bomb had been under ground. Right under their feet the whole time.

The floor started to crack, the stone shifting under his boots and suddenly Roman was falling, tumbling down and holding tight to the little boy. He felt his body slam against a wall and could barely make out through the dust and debris that there was a space under where the floor must have fallen down into the basement.

He scrambled under the stone flooring, pulling the boy with him and as more kids fell, tumbling down he grabbed them and pulled them under the solid sheltered area. Triangle of survival, he remembered and getting as close to a solid surface to avoid the falling stone and cement might be their only chance.

He screamed for Dean as more rocks crashed down and backed up more to avoid them hitting him. His body turned away from the opening, holding the kids back, his body between theirs and the falling rocks as darkness swallowed them up...

Roman coughed and gasped out, opening his eyes in the near darkness. He felt pain, all over his body and then a numbness settled into his muscles. He coughed again and tried to turn his head. His neck worked and squinting he could see a little better. He ripped a piece of his tank top off to wrap tight around his hand that was still bleeding from the knife wound and looked around more in the near darkness.

He felt movement in front of him and he realized two of the kids had moved closer to huddle in against his sternum, their little arms around him. He heard quiet sobs against his body and breathed a sigh of relief at the sound. At least some of them were alive. He had no idea how many kids he had pulled under the overhanging stone flooring as the rocks fell.

Trying to shift his upper body to turn more while still letting the kids maintain their vice like grip on his waist he craned his neck to see more faint light from higher up and further away.

There was a pile of rubble more behind him and further away to his side and he twisted more squinting in the darkness. He saw a blonde head partially under it. "Dean!" Roman choked out. "Dean, wake the hell up!"

His best friend moved, slowly but he moved. Thank God. And lifted his head. He was trapped under more cement and wood beams it looked like.

Roman could see the faintest light from further ahead of Dean. There were rocks piled up but the tiniest light was coming through.

"Dean can you move?" Roman called out and rubbed the little kid's backs that were pressed against him. "Its okay. We are going to get you all out of here. Just keep breathing okay?" He had no idea if the little kids even understood him at all but hoped they knew he was trying to calm them down.

"Dean! God damn it wake up. Tell me you are okay! We need to get the hell out of here..." he tried again and his best friend weakly groaned and turned his head toward him. He hadn't made it under the stone shelter like Roman and some of the kids had. He had been right in the open of the main floor when the bomb blew apart the building.

Roman felt dizzy and felt blood at his lips. His head hurt and he wondered what else was broken or damaged. He tried to stay awake but felt his eyes closing as everything went black...

When he woke up next, it was to the sound of a little girl crying. Roman blinked and saw more light. Some of the stones had been moved from where the little bit of light was before.

"Roman! Dean!" a voice called out.

"Seth! Are you okay? Is Punk okay?" He choked and tasted more blood at his lips and felt up his head to a gash on his forehead that had dripped blood down his cheek. It was dried blood by now, leaving Roman to wonder how long he had been out.

"Roman! Thank heavens man. I was worried no one was alive down there. The whole place could come down on you guys. We need to get you out of there."

He coughed again but felt more dust in the air tickle his lungs more causing more coughing. Damn it, he felt like shit. He reach up and tied a bandana from his pocket around his nose and mouth. He passed another one, ripping it in half to the kids pressed against him for them to put it to their faces.

Dean had moved more and managed to pull his body up to sitting in the small dark space. Roman turned himself even more, pushing stones away and carefully and gently instructed the kids to stay put. They nodded wide and tearful eyes as he hugged as many as he could reach and wiped their faces, offering them smiles.

Then he crawled over and around more stones and cement to reach his best friend and knelt down in front of him.

"Roman! The kid I was carrying is alive. Barely a pulse but she's alive. We need to get them out of here." Dean gasped out when he finally saw him. Roman had shook him as he looked like he had almost lost consciousness again and startled awake once he grabbed his opened palm.

Roman nodded silently and grunted, pushing a few smaller pieces of cement to fall the other way and off the other man's legs. Dean dragged his body to standing, passing Roman the little girl. She was practically limp in his arm and coughed weakly. He pulled the bandana off his own mouth, cradling the tiny child to his chest and put it to her face telling her to take more deep breaths.

He offered his other arm to Dean and motioned that he could try to help him walk. They needed to at least try to make it to the hole in the ceiling. Seth was leaning down and reaching out as far as he could, ready for them to pass up the child.

They practically tripped on another body as they shuffled their feet through the rubble on the ground. It was the teacher and she too looked to be alive but barely breathing, a bad gash to her head and her one arm was under some heavy rocks. It took both the men to lift the cement block off her arm as she woke up screaming in pain when the pressure was released.

Roman bent down, still holding the tiny limp girl child in his arms and tried to get the woman to focus on his voice and to calm down. He had nothing else to wrap her arm in. Nothing to make any kind of sling. He pulled off his bullet proof vest, laying the girl down and tugged it down over the teachers thin and dusty body. She didn't look to be bleeding from anywhere but the gash on her head.

He played around with the buckles to snap them up wrong so that the front ones snapped up crisscrossed in the back and pulled all the way up and then tucked her likely broken arm all the way in under it. It would work as a make shift sling till she could get to the base.

Scooping up the little girl again, he held her to his chest and the woman smiled weakly at him, grabbing onto his arm and mouthing thank you. "It will be okay ma'am, just keep breathing."

Dean had been trying to clear a path toward the hole in the ceiling and called back to them to come on forward and hurry up.

Together they started passing the kids up and out the hole to Dean. Roman helped the young lady up to her feet carefully, getting her steady on her legs and passing her to Seth to lift out to the surface.

Roman could hear more shifting and the stones were cracking above them, making more dust in the air. The best friends passed the kids that Roman had hid in the stone shelter one by one up across the room and up to Seth and the men helping above ground. Damn it they needed to hurry!

The last child was huddled in the corner under the stone and was shaking her head, crying that she could not move. Roman bent back down and crawled under the overhang to reach his hand to her.

"C'mon sweetie. You need to grab my hand. We are going to get you out of here but you have to help me." She was curled up into herself in the darkness, shaking her head. She could not have been older than 6 and had tears streaming down her face.

Roman had no idea if she even understood him, but he offered her a soft smile and motioned her closer, stretching his hand even further. Slowly she moved forward and he grasped her hand and Roman carried her, limping from the rocks that had hit his legs as he made his way to Dean. Together they passed her up and out of the hole above them.

Seth yelled down to wait and that the men up top were bracing some of the rocks, to make it more stable to climb back up. Everything had started to shift when the lady teacher made her way out and both the guys were much heavier than she was.

Dean turned back to him and Roman saw him tear open his uniform, tossing down his bullet proof vest and lift up the white tank top and rip it more to give Roman more of a barrier to breath through. He had handed any and everything he had made for himself to anyone who needed to breath and was constantly choking on the dusty air now.

Roman nearly gasped out at the blood he saw pooling under his buddies skin in his stomach as he tore apart his shirt. "Dean what the hell?" But his best friend pulled the ripped tank top down fast and shoved a piece of it back in his hands to use a scarf over his nose. There was a knowing look in his eye. He was bleeding internally...for God knows how long already.

Roman bit back tears as he motioned that Dean should go first. He needed a doctor badly or he might not make it. They nodded to each other silently both aware of how dire everything was.

Dean turned back to him. "Rome, get back under that stone piece. You don't need to be out in the open when I start climbing to the surface. This whole place could come down in seconds and at least then you have some protection from the falling rocks.

Roman nodded slowly looking his best friend up and down. It felt like there was so much to say but nothing made it to his lips. They both reached out and hugging fiercely, with tears in their eyes. Roman grabbed his best friend by the back of the neck and didn't want to let go. Something in him felt this was the last time he would ever hug him..

They heard Seth call back down to come quickly. Dean shook his head, sniffling back tears, plastered on a fake ass smile and spun his weak and battered body and started to climb the debris and stones. Roman pushed him up as far as he could reach, his hands under his boots before he went back to the protected area. Seth's hand was out as he yelled at him to hurry and reach up.

More cracking could be heard all around them and the stones shifted from his weight on them and Roman's eyes widened seeing the cement pieces weaken. "Dean hurry!"

His heart was racing and he felt such a huge sense of dread. He remembered Brie being so scared the last time they talked. She couldn't describe it but she had been terrified then...and now he felt it too.

This massive sense of darkness coming...

Dean scrambled up the stone pieces, his bloody hands gripping the broken cement as he pulled himself up. But suddenly there was louder cracking and stones started falling, more cement shifted and he heard Seth yelling in more panic!

Rocks fell, sealing the hole up more and he heard his best friend screaming as they heard more crashing above them.

Roman cowered under the stone floor as he heard rocks falling and the space getting darker as they were sealed up underground.

The last thought he had of was how much he wanted was to hold his wife right then and cuddle his sweet little girl.

Roman felt weak, his body battered from the stones, or rolling and crashing into the wall. His hand stung from the knife wound and his one arm felt so weak he could barely move it. He curled up his body tight against the stone overhand as his eyes stayed shut.

Tears wet his face as he cried out, beneath the piece of shirt over his mouth and nose "Brie baby I'm so sorry. So, so sorry..."

Brie saw Lily running toward her, with Nikki close behind as she heard the announcer on the intercom speaking.

She grabbed the package of gum from the bag and pulled out a piece. This was the best way to ease the pain in the 4-year-olds ears on the trip so she was going to have it ready to go.

Again she missed seeing the light on her phone flash with another missed call...

"Welcome to all of you," the lady's sweet voice said. "We all at Nashville International are profoundly sorry for your losses. Words cannot express how much."

She felt the tears in her eyes as she reached out and Lily ran and threw her little arms around her mom's neck. Brie picked her up, sitting with her to the side of her huge baby bump.

"On behalf of the Gary Sinise Foundation we welcome you all to the Snowball Express and wish you all a safe trip. We hope this trip to Disney World can at the very least be a good memory in the sea of pain you are all facing now. From all of us at American Airlines, we wish you and your families our deepest sympathies and best wishes."

Brie felt the tears falling now as she cradled Lily in her arms. Nikki sat down beside her and leaned her head to his sisters shoulder. They started playing 'The Star Spangled Banner' through the speakers and all the people young and old stood up and bowed their heads, taking off their hats, or holding their hand to their chest in reverence. The whole terminal was at a stand still. Everyone either stood or sat in silence.

Brie put Lily down beside her and stood up too, holding tight to her daughter's hand. She twisted Roman's necklace between her fingers and lifted it out from her camisole and kissed it again. The dog tags clinked together as her lips stayed on the metal, her eyes closed as tears streamed down her cheeks.

She bent down and pulled out the picture from her bag and his scarf too. That beautiful beige and black striped one that she had pulled on to get her first kiss on the ice. She didn't wear it all the time because then she was scared it would lose his scent so much faster so she kept it sealed in a bag in her carry-on luggage on this trip.

Her phone screen was bright in the bag and ringing on silent and she glanced briefly at it, but in her haze of grief it didn't even process. Brie ignored it and was too lost in looking at his picture as she wrapped the scarf around her neck. She breathed him in, burrowing her nose in the scarf and closed her eyes. God she would give anything for one more minute, one more kiss, one more taste of him...

She gazed down at the picture in her hand. It was the same picture he carried with him. The one he said was always right next to his heart. Roman and her were laying on the ice rink, this time in the soft green grass with Lily in his arms, beaming up at the camera.

Brie unzipped another big bag and pulled out the flag that was given to them at his funeral last week. No body had been recovered but the witnesses said he and his best friend had been buried alive in the building as it came down.

All they had found was his dog tags and this picture in his hand, the rest of the body crushed. The picture was charred around the edges from a fire she was told that had burned the building he was in. It was only still intact because it was clenched tight in his hand, away from the flames.

Brie held the folded up flag against her chest and sobbed more, curling his soft warm coat tighter around her, aching to still smell him on it. To keep him with her. She had no idea how to survive without him. She had to be strong for Lily and their baby. She had to be.

But right now as the music played and she saw men, woman and children all standing at attention, all honoring the fallen soldiers of all the families here, she broke down. She had been strong for days, only crying when Lily was asleep. Now the floodgates were open and she could not stop the tears, the gut wrenching silent sobs.

Nikki had lost Dean too and had mourned in her own way and ran back home, feeling the comfort and love from their parents. She had no children to be strong for, or cling to. Nothing more than memories of the happy times they had as a couple. She wasn't going on this trip and it had been pure coincidence that Brie saw their connection before their flight to Florida was in their parent's home town.

She promised her mom that she and Lily would visit after they got back. This trip was for kids of fallen soldiers and first responders. Lily even in missing her daddy and understanding he was in heaven, had been so excited for the trip that Brie could not say no. She was planning to move back home after for awhile and decide where they went from there.

The room was filled with voices, as more and more passengers sang too, honoring the dead. There were red, white and blue balloons all over in bunches or decorated balloon-filled archways, reminding Brie of their skating rink and the archway under which they kissed the first time and got engaged and were married.

Lily looked up as she stood tall beside her mom and had tears in her eyes too. Wordlessly she reached up and Brie put down the flag, tucking it back in bag.

The phone flashed again...

Brie bent to pick the crying little girl up, cuddling their daughter close. "I miss Daddy too Mommy...so much," Lily whispered against her ear and Brie nodded and rocked her back and forth, holding her up over her big belly. Their little girl buried her nose in his scarf and tears streamed down her face too.

The song came to an end and she saw soldiers giving a military salute. It was all too much and the young mom just wanted to crawl back in their bed and cry and dream about him. He was still alive in her dreams. That was where she could find him and she clung to that.

She had barely slept in their big bed since she had been given the news of the raid and the building that he had been in collapsing, with him trapped inside. One of the men that came to her door were his and Dean's teammate, Seth.

He had survived the collapse when his buddy CM Punk had been in a coma after too. So many men had died on that mission and many others. Seth told her that they had tried to get to Roman and Dean trapped in the basement. But the building collapsed fully before they could get them free and the terrorists had retaken the town, forcing any rescuers to retreat as gunfire and explosions got closer.

The Americans had taken hostage one of the terrorist leaders and they were trying to get back out of the town with him when more and more terrorists flooded the streets coming from the north where they still occupied much of the land there and they surrounded the soldiers and forced them to hand the elder leader back over or die. Seth said the men had killed him instead of releasing him to them knowing they were all dead anyway and at least they took the leader with them.

The army had lost a great deal of men that night but Brie was told that Roman and Dean had helped save many of the children and teacher that that been kidnapped. A few soldiers led the kids and young woman to safety before more terrorists got there. If it hadn't been for Roman and his quick actions to get people out of there, no one might have made it out alive at all.

By the time the enemy had retreated and ran to the hills, the building and many others had been set on fire and it was too late. All they had found was the picture and dog tags in his nearly burned up hand that seemed to have forced the items up through a crack in the rocks.

Seth had not wanted to tell her more than that he had died in the mission, Dean too. But Brie had begged him to tell her what happened. She had to know how he had been taken from her. Her nightmares if she had not known, she was sure would have been much worse.

Nikki gave her one more big hug as Brie still held Lily in her arms. Brie promised she would be home soon. She passed her to her Auntie and tucked the picture of Roman back in the bag. Slowly she unwrapped the scarf from her neck and packed it back in the bag too and made sure nothing else was getting forgotten.

Her phone flashed bright again just from under the bag with Roman's scarf in it as the intercom announced it was time to board as she zipped it back up.

People were lining up to board the plane now.

The Snowball Express had a whole plane of children and their surviving parents headed to Disney World. It was such an overwhelming gift to the families that were all mourning their loved ones.

They stood in line silently, Lily now standing beside her mom, holding Lumpy tight. Brie wiped her tears, seeing so many others somber faces and offered them weak but knowing smiles. They were all facing the same grief, the same incredible and indescribable loss.

She handed the attendant her tickets and the woman bent and asked Lily if she wanted a balloon. The little girl nodded, her eyes still red from crying too and the lady tied a bright red helium balloon to her wrist.

Brie was just about to step through the door at their gate leading to the plane when she heard her name on the intercom.

"Brianna Reigns, please come to one of the white courtesy phones. You have an important call. Brianna Reigns."

At that she looked up and the woman pointed her toward the nearest phone. She fished her own phone out of her carry-on bag and saw that she had 10 unanswered calls! What was going on? She had left it on silent when they left the house and had not thought to turn it back on.

Every call was from the same number...a really long overseas number…

She held tight to her daughter's hand as she made her way to the phone. Lily stood beside her, playing with her balloon as she picked up the receiver.

"Hello, this is Brianna," she almost whispered. She felt she could hardly breath as she listened for the reply.

"Mrs. Reigns, this is Officer... of the..." The man went on to describe being Roman's superior calling on behalf of his detachment. She could barely hear him over the pounding of blood in her ears. She didn't even catch his name.

"Ma'am I apologize for pulling you away just before your plane took off but we have some urgent news and I have been trying to reach you for hours."

Brie nodded, gripping the phone tighter not realizing she wasn't saying anything in response.

Roman's baby kicked hard right then and Brie let go of Lily's hand to rub her palm over her belly.

"Ma'am..? Are you still there?" the man said in a low very formal voice.

"Yes, yes I'm here," she managed to squeak out.

"Mrs. Reigns you need to board the plane to Germany immediately. We will be here when you and your daughter arrive. I have already made arrangements with the airport staff to transfer your tickets and suitcases."

Brie had no idea what he was talking about. "Fly to Germany?" she questioned.

"Yes Ma'am, I have no idea how else to tell you this after everything you have been through. But, we were wrong.

Your husband is alive… Roman is alive."

A/N Eeek Did you make it to the end of the chapter? I hope I didn't have people give up on me? I wouldn't write a tragedy. I'm not that brave yet. I'll even post a double update to show you Brie and Lily finding him alive and safe in the hospital today too. And the epilogue will be up by Christmas. I kept adding more so my 5 chapter story ended up being 6.

Please share your thoughts. It was supposed to be deep and powerful and emotional...but he's my hero too so I wouldn't kill him. No way.